Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.

If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wineglass to the light and look judicial.

A man vows, and yet will not east away the means of breaking his vow. Is it that he distinctly means to break it? Not at all; but the desires which tend to break it are at work in him dimly, and make their way into his imagination, and relax his muscles in the very moments when he is telling himself over again the reasons for his vow.

Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

Hurt, he'll never be hurt--he's made to hurt other people.

One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.